đź“– One Minute Left
🌿 Jay's POV (First Person)
I shouldn't be this aware of the time.
But I am.
Every second feels louder than everything else in the room.
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"Why are you so quiet?" Hannah asks, eyeing me.
"I'm not," I reply quickly.
Too quickly.
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Her eyes narrow.
Then realization hits.
"Oh no… it's today, isn't it?"
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"Don't," I warn.
Too late.
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"Guys—"
I close my eyes.
I hate all of them.
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And then—
I feel it.
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That look.
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I don't even need to turn.
I know he's already watching me.
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Keifer's POV (First Person)
She knows.
I can tell.
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The way she won't look at me.
The way she's pretending to be normal.
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She's counting too.
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I glance at the clock.
One minute.
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That's it.
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I push myself off the wall and start walking toward her.
Slow.
No rush.
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Her body tenses the second she notices me.
But she doesn't move.
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Good.
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[Jay's POV)
My heart is racing.
Way too fast.
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He stops right in front of me.
Close.
Too close.
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"Your time's almost up," he says quietly.
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I force myself to meet his eyes.
"Not yet."
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His lips twitch slightly.
Like he's enjoying this.
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Of course he is.
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The room feels smaller.
Quieter.
Even though everyone is definitely watching.
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I can feel it.
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But right now—
All I can focus on is him.
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[Keifer's POV)
She's nervous.
Trying not to be.
Failing.
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And I'm done waiting.
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I take a small step closer.
Not touching.
Not yet.
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Her breath catches.
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There it is.
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"You've been avoiding me," I murmur.
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"I haven't."
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Lie.
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I lean in slightly.
"Five seconds," someone says behind us.
I ignore it.
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My eyes stay on hers.
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"Last chance to stop me," I say quietly.
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She doesn't move.
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Not even a step back.
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[Jay's POV]
He's so close.
I can feel his breath.
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"Three…"
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My hands curl slightly at my sides.
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"Two…"
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Why am I not moving?
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"One."
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[Keifer's POV]
That's it.
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I don't wait.
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My hand finds hers instantly.
Firm.
Certain.
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"Keifer—"
Too late.
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I pull her toward me, the movement quick enough that she stumbles slightly into me.
My arm wraps around her waist, steadying her without thinking.
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"Hey—what are you—" she starts
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"Come on," I say, already moving.
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"KEIFER—" someone shouts behind us, laughing.
"FINALLY," another voice adds.
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I ignore all of it.
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She tries to resist for half a second.
"Everyone's watching—"
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"I know."
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That's exactly why I don't stop.
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I lead her down the hallway, away from the noise, away from the chaos.
Faster now.
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Her grip tightens on my arm.
"Where are you taking me?"
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I glance back at her briefly.
"Somewhere private."
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Her breath catches again.
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Good.
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[ Jay's POV]
My heart feels like it's about to explode.
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He doesn't slow down.
Doesn't hesitate.
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And for some reason—
I don't stop him.
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The noise from the party fades behind us.
The hallway gets quieter.
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Then—
He opens a door.
Pulls me inside.
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And shuts it behind us.
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Silence.
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Just the two of us.
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I barely have time to react before I'm pressed lightly back against the door.
Not rough.
Just enough to stop me from running.
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"Time's up," he says quietly.
And suddenly I forgot how to breath
Warning ⚠️ 18+ content ahead ++++++++
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( Author's pov)
The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting shadows that accentuated the sharp lines of Keifer's jaw and the curve of Jay's hips. He released her wrist but didn't step back, crowding her space instead, his body heat radiating against her skin. 'Two days,' he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, laced with teasing dominance. 'Two days of watching you, wanting you, and holding back.' His eyes roamed her face, drinking in the way her breath hitched, the subtle part of her lips that betrayed her fluster.
Jay's heart pounded, her emotional connection to him swelling in her chest—a deep, aching love that made her feel exposed yet safe. She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze with her inherent strength, but her voice came out breathy, vulnerable. 'It was torture. Every time you looked at me like that... I could feel it building.' Her hands twitched at her sides, aching to reach for him, but she held back, letting the tension coil tighter, mirroring his teasing control.
Keifer's lips curved into a predatory smile, soft only for her. He stepped closer, his chest nearly brushing hers, forcing her to tilt her head up. 'Good. I wanted you to feel it. To know how much I need you.' His fingers ghosted along her arm, not quite touching, just enough to raise goosebumps. The dominance in his posture was evident—shoulders squared, body angled to pin her gently against the wall without force. Yet beneath it, his eyes held a tenderness, a promise that this was for them, built on their unbreakable bond.
Jay's breath caught, her body responding instinctively, leaning into the space he invaded. The mutual desire crackled, electric and raw, her flustered state making her bold in its own way. 'Then show me,' she whispered, her voice threaded with challenge and yearning, her eyes locking onto his with the intensity of their shared history.
He didn't rush. Keifer's hand cupped her jaw, thumb tracing the line of her lower lip with deliberate slowness, savoring her shiver. 'Not yet,' he teased, his voice a rumble that vibrated through her. He leaned in, his breath warm against her mouth, close enough that she could taste the anticipation on the air. Jay's lips parted further, her strong facade cracking as desire flooded her, making her knees weaken. She wanted to surge forward, to close the gap, but his dominance held her in place, the emotional pull between them deepening the moment.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of suspended need, Keifer closed the distance. His lips brushed hers—soft at first, a feather-light contact that sent sparks racing down her spine. Jay gasped softly into the kiss, her hands rising to grip his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric as if to anchor herself. He responded by tilting her head back slightly, deepening the pressure just enough to part her lips with his own. Their mouths moved together in a slow exploration, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips before slipping inside, tasting her with restrained hunger.
The kiss built gradually, each slide and press deliberate. Keifer's free hand settled at her waist, fingers splaying possessively over her hip, pulling her flush against him without urgency. Jay melted into it, her body arching toward his, the flustered heat in her cheeks spreading to a full-body flush. She kissed him back with equal passion, her tongue meeting his in a tentative dance that grew bolder, swirling and retreating in a rhythm that mirrored their emotional rhythm—connected, intuitive, profound.
He broke away briefly, only to nip at her lower lip, drawing a soft whimper from her throat. 'You taste like everything I've been denying myself,' he growled against her mouth, his voice thick with emotion. The protectiveness in him shone through as he cradled her face, ensuring she felt cherished even in his dominance. Jay's response was a quiet moan, her hands sliding up to thread through his hair, tugging gently to urge him back.
Keifer obliged, capturing her lips again in a deeper kiss. This time, his tongue delved further, exploring the warm cavern of her mouth with slow, thorough strokes. He sucked lightly on her tongue, eliciting a shudder from her that he felt echo through their pressed bodies. Jay's reactions fueled him—her breaths coming in short, needy bursts, her strong frame trembling with the intensity of their connection. She pressed closer, her breasts flattening against his chest, the friction igniting more desire, but he kept the pace languid, teasing out every sensation.
Minutes stretched as they kissed, lost in the build-up. His lips trailed to the corner of her mouth, then back to center, varying the pressure—firm presses followed by gentle licks along her lips. Jay's emotional walls dissolved, tears of overwhelming feeling pricking her eyes as the depth of their love poured into each touch. 'Keifer,' she murmured against him, her voice breaking with raw passion, 'I need you so much.'
His response was to kiss her harder, yet still controlled, his dominance evident in how he guided the angle, tilting her head to access more. Their tongues tangled in a slow, sensual battle, breaths mingling hot and heavy. The mutual desire peaked in subtle ways—her hips shifting restlessly against his growing hardness, his groan vibrating into her mouth. But he held back, focusing on the connection, the teasing build that made every second electric.
As the kiss evolved, Keifer's hand slid up her back, fingers tracing her spine through her shirt, protective and claiming. Jay arched into his touch, her flustered state giving way to bold reciprocation—she sucked on his lower lip, drawing a low curse from him that spoke of his softening restraint. Their chemistry was palpable, a living thing that bound them tighter, the two days of denial amplifying every reaction: her soft sighs, his possessive hums, the way their bodies aligned perfectly.
He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against hers, both panting, eyes locked in a gaze heavy with unspoken promises. 'This is just the start,' he whispered, his voice laced with teasing dominance and deep affection. Jay nodded, her strong spirit shining through her vulnerability, ready for whatever came next in their passionate reunion.
Jay's nod was subtle, her eyes gleaming with a mix of anticipation and the raw vulnerability that only Keifer ever saw. The air between them hummed with unresolved tension, the two days of enforced separation making every breath feel charged. He held her gaze for a moment longer, his thumb brushing her swollen lower lip, still tingling from their prolonged kisses. The dominance in his touch was gentle, a reminder of his protective nature, but the heat in his eyes promised he was done teasing—at least in the way that kept them apart.
Without a word, Keifer's hands moved to the hem of her shirt, fingers hooking under the fabric with deliberate slowness. He tugged it upward, exposing the smooth skin of her midriff inch by inch, his knuckles grazing her sides and sending shivers racing across her body. Jay lifted her arms instinctively, her strong frame arching to assist, but her breath hitched as the cool air hit her bare torso. The shirt slipped over her head and off, discarded to the floor, leaving her in just her bra, the lace straining against her heaving chest.
Keifer's gaze darkened, roaming over her exposed skin with possessive hunger. 'Beautiful,' he murmured, his voice rough with emotion, the word carrying the weight of their deep connection. He stepped closer again, his body pressing her back against the wall, the hardness of his arousal evident through his pants as it nudged her thigh. Jay felt a rush of flustered heat flood her core, her pussy clenching with need at the contact. She reached for him, her fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, but he caught her wrists gently, pinning them above her head with one large hand.
'Not so fast,' he teased, his free hand trailing down her arm to the clasp of her bra. With a flick, he unhooked it, letting the straps slide down her shoulders. The fabric fell away, baring her breasts to his view—nipples already hardened into tight peaks from the anticipation. Jay's cheeks burned, her emotional bond with him making the exposure feel intimate rather than vulnerable. She trusted him completely, her strength yielding to his dominance in this moment of mutual surrender.
He released her wrists, but she kept her arms up, letting him drink her in. Keifer's mouth descended slowly, lips brushing the curve of her collarbone before trailing lower. He kissed the swell of one breast, his tongue flicking out to circle the nipple without touching it yet, building the tease. Jay whimpered, her hands dropping to grip his shoulders, nails digging in as desire coiled tighter in her belly. 'Keifer... please,' she breathed, her voice laced with the flustered plea that always softened his edges.
His response was a low chuckle against her skin, vibrating through her. 'I've waited two days for this. We're going to savor it.' Finally, he closed his lips around her nipple, sucking gently at first, his tongue laving the sensitive bud in slow, deliberate swirls. Jay's head fell back against the wall, a moan escaping her as sparks of pleasure shot straight to her clit. He alternated pressure—soft licks giving way to firmer sucks, then a light graze of teeth that made her hips buck involuntarily.
While his mouth worked one breast, his hand cupped the other, thumb rolling the nipple between his fingers with just enough pinch to elicit gasps. Jay's body responded eagerly, her thighs pressing together to ease the ache building between them, but Keifer's knee nudged her legs apart, settling firmly between her thighs. The pressure against her pussy through her pants was maddening, grinding subtly as he lavished attention on her chest.
She tugged at his shirt again, more insistently this time, and he allowed it, straightening just enough for her to yank it open. Buttons strained but held as she pushed it off his shoulders, revealing the hard planes of his chest, marked by faint scars from their shared past. Her hands explored him greedily—palms sliding over his pecs, fingers tracing the ridges of his abs, feeling the tension in his muscles from holding back. Their emotional connection deepened with each touch; she knew every inch of him, and he knew how to unravel her.
Keifer captured her mouth once more, the kiss fiercer now, tongues clashing with pent-up passion. He tasted of restraint fraying at the edges, his lips demanding as they moved against hers—sucking, biting, licking in a rhythm that mirrored the throb of his cock against her hip. Jay kissed back with equal fervor, her tongue delving into his mouth, exploring with bold strokes that drew groans from deep in his throat. Saliva slicked their lips, the wet sounds of their mouths mingling with heavy breaths.
Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down her neck, nipping at the pulse point that fluttered wildly. 'I can feel your heart racing,' he whispered, his voice thick with dominance and affection. 'All for me.' His hands worked at her pants next, unbuttoning and unzipping with agonizing slowness, fingers dipping just inside the waistband to brush her panties. Jay's hips lifted toward him, seeking more, her flustered state making her bold—she ground against his hand, a soft whine escaping as she felt the dampness soaking through.
He slid her pants down her legs, kneeling as he did, his face level with her hips. Keifer's eyes locked on hers, intense and protective, as he hooked his fingers into her panties and pulled them off, exposing her fully. Her pussy glistened with arousal, folds swollen and ready. Jay's breath stuttered, vulnerability mixing with desire, but his gaze held no judgment—only adoration and hunger. 'So wet for me already,' he said softly, his thumb tracing her outer lips without parting them, teasing the slickness.
Standing again, he shed his own pants quickly, his cock springing free—thick and hard, the tip beaded with pre-cum. Jay's eyes widened slightly, her mouth watering at the sight, the emotional pull making her crave him on every level. She reached for him, wrapping her hand around his shaft, stroking slowly from base to tip. Keifer hissed, his hips jerking into her grip, but he covered her hand with his, guiding her pace—deliberate, teasing pumps that had him throbbing in her palm.
He lifted her then, strong arms scooping her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed. Laying her down gently, he followed, hovering over her, their bodies aligning perfectly. Another kiss claimed her lips, slow and deep, his tongue mimicking what he planned to do lower. Jay's hands roamed his back, pulling him closer, her nails scraping lightly as passion overtook her strength.
Keifer's mouth left hers to kiss a path down her body—lingering on her breasts again, sucking each nipple until she arched and moaned, then lower over her stomach. He parted her thighs with his shoulders, settling between them, his breath hot against her pussy. 'Tell me you want this,' he demanded softly, dominance threading his voice, eyes flicking up to meet hers in a moment of profound connection.
'I want you,' Jay replied, her voice steady despite the fluster, emotion swelling in her chest. 'All of you. Now.'
With that, he leaned in, his tongue flattening against her clit in a long, slow lick that made her cry out. He lapped at her folds, tasting her arousal with thorough strokes, circling her entrance before sucking her clit between his lips. Jay's hips bucked, hands fisting the sheets as waves of pleasure built, his protective hold on her thighs keeping her grounded. He worked her methodically—tongue thrusting inside her briefly, then flicking back to her clit, building her toward the edge without rushing.
Her reactions fueled him: the way her thighs trembled, her breaths turning to pants, the soft pleas spilling from her lips. Their chemistry ignited fully now, the two days of denial exploding into this intimate worship. Keifer's cock ached, untouched, but he focused on her, drawing out every gasp until she was writhing, on the brink.
Only then did he rise, positioning himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging her slick heat. He kissed her again, tasting herself on his lips, as he pushed in slowly—inch by inch, stretching her with delicious burn. Jay moaned into his mouth, her walls clenching around him, the fullness overwhelming in the best way. They moved together at first in shallow thrusts, building the rhythm, his dominance guiding while her desire met him thrust for thrust.
The pace remained languid, each slide deep and deliberate, his hips rolling to hit that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes. Keifer's hand cupped her face, foreheads touching, eyes locked as they connected on every level—emotional, physical, unbreakable. 'I love you,' he whispered between kisses, his voice breaking with intensity.
'I love you too,' she gasped, her legs tightening around him, pulling him deeper. The passion crested slowly, their bodies syncing in a dance of mutual need, the room filled with the sounds of skin meeting skin, shared breaths, and heartfelt moans.